"Si quis adoraverit bestiam et imaginem eius,
et acceperit caracterem in fronte sua aut in manu sua,
hic bibet de vino irae Dei qui mixtus est mero in calice irae ipsius,
et cruciabitur igne et sulphure in conspectu angelorum sanctorum et ante conspectum Agni,
fumus tormentorum eorum in saecula saeculorum ascendit,
nec habent requiem die ac nocte qui adoraverunt bestiam et imaginem eius,
et si quis acceperit caracterem nominis eius"
I'm here to give You sweet joy of sins confession
Answer my questions
No need for testimony taken by force
I want remorse
Fall in my arms sobbing aloud
Now make me proud
Avow Your guilt, return, it's not too late
On path of faith
My heart burns so pure
With thousand stakes
Greet my flames with pain and rapture
Soul as snow so pure
Thank You oh Lord
Let Your lost lambs soon be captured
It's time to learn to love sweet God again
Purpose of pain
Conceive Your crimes with desperate grief
Flames bring relief
You will be dying filled with inspired faith
It's not too late
I am the one to mould You once more
Your sin was sore
My heart burns so pure
With thousand stakes
Greet my flames with pain and rapture
Soul as snow so pure
Thank You oh Lord
Let Your lost lambs soon be captured
et acceperit caracterem in fronte sua aut in manu sua,
hic bibet de vino irae Dei qui mixtus est mero in calice irae ipsius,
et cruciabitur igne et sulphure in conspectu angelorum sanctorum et ante conspectum Agni,
fumus tormentorum eorum in saecula saeculorum ascendit,
nec habent requiem die ac nocte qui adoraverunt bestiam et imaginem eius,
et si quis acceperit caracterem nominis eius"
I'm here to give You sweet joy of sins confession
Answer my questions
No need for testimony taken by force
I want remorse
Fall in my arms sobbing aloud
Now make me proud
Avow Your guilt, return, it's not too late
On path of faith
My heart burns so pure
With thousand stakes
Greet my flames with pain and rapture
Soul as snow so pure
Thank You oh Lord
Let Your lost lambs soon be captured
It's time to learn to love sweet God again
Purpose of pain
Conceive Your crimes with desperate grief
Flames bring relief
You will be dying filled with inspired faith
It's not too late
I am the one to mould You once more
Your sin was sore
My heart burns so pure
With thousand stakes
Greet my flames with pain and rapture
Soul as snow so pure
Thank You oh Lord
Let Your lost lambs soon be captured